ALDRIC'S POV
Breelynn's body deflates; her head is still propped up enough to allow our foreheads to maintain contact, but every other part of her slumps. I did that to her, f**k, I don't know what to do. If she stays here, they will get her; I know it without a doubt.
"I think it is best to return to my apartment. I have the protection spell on my place; I will be safe there." She sounds broken, which wasn't my intent. She needs to be protected for the next few days, then everything can go back to normal. Well, our version of normal.
"Bree, sweetheart, please don't shut down on me. I don't want you to go, tell me you know that I don't want you to go." I beg her. There is no way I am letting her leave our home if she thinks I don't want her to stay. If that is the case, I will cance
